Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Golden Sound , by - Lewis Parker. Song from the album It's All Happening Now, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2001
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Golden Sound |
| Cinematic movements |
| We about to bless 'em |
| Keep stressing |
| Still I gave 'em no confession |
| Because it’s right outside |
| I wanna go outside |
| And see the Sun |
| Then fly into the oblivion |
| The neverending happiness enjoy |
| Still I remain b-boy |
| Till I face the real McCoy |
| All onboard |
| Ship ahoy |
| Elevation I employ |
| Biters act coy |
| Because their shit is straight toy |
| And they’re getting played out |
| No time to break out |
| Had their plans made out |
| But got spaced out |
| I pulled the ace out |
| Get those papes out |
| And let’s get down to the matter at hand |
| Shit is widespan |
| Liver than a live band |
| It’s all hapening now, my man |
| Should be shotting these beats out for five grand |
| Instead I’m looking at a frying pan |
| Get the money for the fam |
| All ways you can |
| But tryna play mans on a scam |
| Get your arse beat up, tied up |
| And dash out the back of a van |
| Straight up and down |
| Yeah, we holding it down |
| With that golden sound |
| We on higher ground |
| And we stay airbound |
| And we holding it down |
| With the golden sound |
| Straight up and down |
| We on higher ground |
| And we stay airbound |
| With that golden sound |
| And we holding it down |
| Up on that higher ground |
| Cause we stay airbound |
| With the golden sound |
| I work for BBBC |
| Banish battyman and bruck them correctly |
| The black that walk street in Stepney |
| I used to rob Mr Kipling in |
| For |
| I fell in love with Cagney & Lacey |
| I’m on the beat with the LP |
| What the fuck |
| I wanna drive car like black Sweeney |
| Finger up your hole |
| Drink beer till I chuck |
| Draw belch from the gut |
| I open tracks like hookers pissflaps |
| Watch ceefax |
| Slap bitches then boot them in their kneecaps |
| I stalk bitches with an |
| And yam oxtail and suck out the gristle fat |
| You know I’m all about the, 'more chilli sauce, boss' |
| I don’t smoke but I |
| Straight up and down |
| Yeah, we holding it down |
| With that golden sound |
| And we stay airbound |
| On that higher ground |
| 'Cause we holding it down |
| With that golden sound |
| Straight up and down |
| Yeah, we holding it down |
| 'Cause we stay airbound |
| With that golden sound |
| We on higher ground |
| Straight up and down |
| 'Cause we stay airbound |
| With that golden sound |
| (Scratching: «The golden sound») |